Yes!
Zach slipped the finger in even deeper and then pulled out slightly before slipping it back in. He repeated this slowly a few times, but at Drew’s inarticulate whine for more, he began to fuck into him even faster.
More, Zach, please,Drew begged silently.
The single digit was removed, but was soon back with another, wet and cool with more lube. There was a slight burn as the wider girth breached him, but it soon passed and Drew bucked his hips, taking Zach in even deeper. Zach chuckled and then twisted his fingers around, searching for something. Everything suddenly felt even better, and Drew knew Zach had found his prostate. It wasn’t electric, and it didn’t make him want to instantly come like he’d seen in porn. It was simply more pleasurable. The more Zach slid the pads of his fingers across the spot, the better it felt, the feeling building slowly and gradually. Drew’s cock was lying hard against his stomach, forgotten for now but dripping constantly.
I want you so much, sweetness.
Please, Zach, need you inside me.
Zach withdrew his fingers, and Drew let his eyes flutter open so he could watch Zach slick up his cock. Zach caught him watching and smiled, a smile full of fondness and affection, and Drew smiled back. His heart felt so full he was worried it might burst. Was this love? Or was it simply lust? He didn’t know and now wasn’t the time to ponder such things, so instead he drew Zach down into another kiss, eager for more.
Zach gazed down at Drew beneath him and was momentarily floored by how deep his feelings were for him. Trusting, kind, and funny, Drew had brought joy and laughter back into Zach’s life. He had a fierce need to protect Drew, to keep him safe, to make him happy, and his heart clenched as he remembered how close he’d come to losing him that day. Beelzebub and Asmodeus had been dangerous, and they would have torn Drew apart if it meant making Zach suffer. When Drew had banished them—more than likely killing them in the process, but he’d keep thattidbit to himself as he knew it would upset Drew—he’d felt immense relief. The threat was gone and Drew would be safe.
Zach had been unable to stop himself from touching every inch of Drew’s skin, caressing it with his lips and checking for hidden injuries with his hands. He’d known deep down that Drew was fine, but he’d had to check, to make sure just in case. But Drew was unharmed, and he was perfect, and he wanted Zach. Zach understood just how big a deal this was for Drew, and he was going to do everything he could to make this the most glorious moment of Drew’s life.
When he finally slipped inside Drew, so tight and hot, he watched intently for any signs of distress. Drew had closed his eyes again but his face was slack with pleasure, his mouth open in a soft O.Zach sank in slowly . . . slowly . . . taking his time, giving Drew time to get used to the feeling of being filled with more than just fingers. When he finally felt his pelvis pushing snugly against Drew’s ass, he leaned down and slipped his arm under his shoulders, holding him close as he balanced on his other elbow.Feel so good,he whispered inside Drew’s mind.
I never thought it would be like this,Drew replied.
I’m gonna take care of you, Drew. I’ll make you feel so good.
He felt Drew’s lips move in a smile against his cheek, and Zach held him even tighter. When Drew’s hips began to rock, Zach started to move—shallow thrusts because of the way they were entwined, but he knew he was putting pressure on Drew’s prostate the whole time.
Zach had never had sex with anyone like this before. He’d never cared about anyone like this before either. He knew what they were doing wasn’t having sex, or fucking, or any of the other vulgar terms that were used . . . they were making love. And as he kissed Drew deeply, moving slowly inside him, he knew it wasn’t just a saying. He loved Drew, even though they’d only known each other for such a short time. He buried his face against Drew’s throat, holding him evencloser as he continued to move inside him.
Suddenly there was a weight on his back he hadn’t felt in centuries, and he gasped, causing Drew’s eyes to fly open. He looked up in wonder as Zach exercised muscles he’d long thought lost. Black feathers with a faint red sheen to them dipped down to caress Drew’s face.
“Oh, Zach,” he said aloud. “They’re beautiful. Just like you.”
Zach couldn’t say anything as he found himself at a loss for words, so he tried to show Drew through actions. His wings blanketed them as they continued to make love, and they quivered as he came deep inside Drew. When Drew cried out as Zach jerked him to completion, they stroked lovingly over his cheek. He wrapped them both up in a feathery cocoon as they drifted off to sleep, and when he woke in the morning to find his wings were once again gone, he didn’t despair. They had come back, the strength of his love for Drew giving them the life force they needed to exist. And he knew, without a doubt, that once the gem in his chest was gone, when his ties to Hell were cut, his wings would return.
Zach curled around Drew, holding him close, and allowed himself to drift back to sleep, content in the knowledge that things were going to be okay.
Werecat
Drew yawned, wanting nothing more than to call it a night, but he couldn’t. He had an assignment due by the end of the week, and with his magical studies taking up most of his spare time, he’d fallen behind on his coursework. He’d begged off his lesson that evening with Kensington and had come straight to the library after class, determined to finish what he had to.
Zach was curled up on his lap in his cat form, his eyes closed and a soft purr emanating from him as he kneaded Drew’s thigh. Every now and then, Drew would scritch the top of his head, and Zach would purr even louder. It always made Drew smile, and he was happy he could make Zach feel good, even when he was being forced to sit around and do nothing while Drew studied. He was just lucky there were very few people in the library and so no one had complained about him having a cat with him.
He managed to get another few paragraphs written and had almost finished when someone approached the table. Drew looked up and blanched when he saw it was Edward. He’d been even more snarky andhorrible to Drew since the night at the club, but Drew had done his best to ignore him.
“Phillips,” Edward said and sat down uninvited opposite Drew.
“Edward, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Drew asked coolly.
“What are you doing here so late?” Edward asked instead of answering. He was wearing a preppy sweater with dark blue designer pants, and his blond hair was carefully styled.
Drew tapped his laptop with his finger. “The assignment for Henderson.”
Edward grunted, but didn’t say anything in reply. Drew was usually so busy ignoring Edward that he didn’t really ever look at him, so he was surprised to see Edward looked tired, with dark bags under his eyes. If it were anyone else, he might even be concerned, but as this was his long-time bully, Drew found he didn’t feel much sympathy.
The silence drew out, becoming awkward and uncomfortable, but Drew was determined not to be the one who broke it. Edward had approached him for a reason and he could either spit it out or fuck off.
What do you think he wants?Zach asked silently.
No idea.
